A/N: This one is a little abstract, but it came to exactly 100 words on the first try. Those of you who've written drabbles know how hard that can be, so I decided to leave this one as is. Enjoy!
30. Home Cooking
"Why did you come back?"
She stood in an apron, framed in the kitchen doorway. The domesticity sent a pang through his heart. Her hands were busy twisting a dishtowel, the fabric being strangled between her raw fingers. Suffocated like her emotion. Behind her, the process of dinner was spread throughout the kitchen, a pot of boiling water simmering on the stove. Bubbling up like all the things he should say.
Love. Hate. Life. Death. Scars scars scars scarsscarsscarsscars…
Peace.
He answered her with a slow, sideways smile and a soft kiss on the hairline.
"Because I like your cooking."